call me out v. 15.0

[misheard]

Call out one of the characters from my muselist with a starter, a prompt, a general 'hey can we do something with these characters' comment, a smoke signal, etc., and I'll get back to you with some kind of RP thread!

Old CR, new CR, assumed CR, canonmates, AU, crossover, whatever, it's all good.

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[specialservices]

[Satoko is such a good girl, eager and breathless. It makes her want to make her louder, to drive her completely wild.

First of all: she's wearing too much of a shirt. Melissa pulls it off, sending a button flying in the process. She'll mend it later, don't worry - right now it's more important that she be able to touch Satoko more directly.]

[loopsbian]

[ if it's louder melissa wants, she's certainly off to a good start. a surprised squeak escapes satoko as her shirt is torn open, leaving just the soft green of her bra beneath, and still satoko doesn't object. if anything, it just makes more compliant; she pushes her shoulders down and her chest out, trying desperately to encourage-

to encourage what, exactly? touch, she knows, but not how precisely. gentle touches, rough touches, soft or intense - everything sounds wonderful and new right now. ]

[specialservices]

[The bra also has to come off, naturally. Melissa undoes it one-handed, the other hand sliding over Satoko's soft skin. As soon as her breasts are freed she cups them firmly, not rough but certainly not light and gentle.]

Good girl. Beautiful girl.

[loopsbian]

[ every little touch melissa makes is absolutely maddening right now. she feels like she's being teased, but only by getting exactly what she wants in the tiniest of doses. she shifts beneath melissa, making soft noises in the back of her throat - tiny little sounds far more delicate than her usual fare. hopefully her maid finds them to her liking...?

of course, all that goes out the window when melissa grabs her chest. a genuine gasp of surprise escapes her; she outright squirms, overcome by an energy she can't quite ignore. for a moment, the terrifying thought overtakes her that melissa might take that as a sign to stop, or even slow down, and satoko forces herself to put together words through the haze: ]

K-keep going?

[ her voice is practically pleading. her maid wouldn't abandon her in her time of need, would she? ]

[specialservices]

[Melissa would never. She'd be a terrible maid if she did, and also she's enjoying herself way too much to stop anyway.

She squeezes Satoko's breast at the same time as pressing her lips to Satoko's neck. Melissa sucks a dark red mark there with lips and tongue, knowing it'll be difficult to hide in the morning.]

[loopsbian]

[ is melissa... marking her?

the reaction is almost immediate. satoko's voice raises, catching in her throat for a moment - and then she moans, prolonged and loud. there isn't a single thought wasted on holding it back or staying quiet; all she can think right now is how melissa is marking her for anyone else to see, and how bizarrely happy that makes her feel. it makes her heart pound. it makes her body warm and tingly, the whole way through.

she wants to be melissa's, through and through. more than anything. ]

[specialservices]

[Such a wonderful, perfect reaction. Melissa lifts her head to admire her handiwork for a moment.]

You're so cute, Satoko. Such a good girl. Lift up for me a little.

[So she can get the bottom half of Satoko's clothes off.]

[loopsbian]

[ satoko doesn't even acknowledge melissa's order at first. she's too busy raising two fingers up, gently touching where melissa's left her mark with a dazed look in her eyes. after a moment, she finally nods, pushing her shoulders down and lifting her hips in the air. (that is what melissa wants, right? she can't imagine it isn't.) ]

[specialservices]

[So cute.

It's exactly what she wants. Melissa tugs Satoko's skirt and underwear off in the same motion, and rearranges herself to settle between Satoko's legs. She runs a finger down the outside of her folds for a second before following the same path with her tongue.]

[loopsbian]

[ just like that, she's nude - or at least fully exposed, courtesy of the shirt still hanging onto her shoulders. and yet, she can't find herself to care right now. they were in the way anyway. they weren't important. not like melissa.

and speaking of melissa... she's not lying on top of her anymore. why is that? ]

Mel...?

[ she doesn't have to wait for an answer. there's a distinct feeling, a finger running down her... and then something that is most definitely not a finger. whatever complaints satoko might have had about where melissa's mouth are thrown aside; she gasps, loud and full-voiced, and presses her thighs in against melissa's face. (gently, thankfully; her legs have gotten much stronger since the changes began.) ]

Mel...!

[specialservices]

[Being kicked in the face by a pooka would not improve the mood any, it's true.

Melissa laps at her, tasting her arousal as keenly as she feels her own. She spreads her out a little to reach more of her, testing what makes Satoko the loudest by diligent trial and error.]

[loopsbian]

[ everything makes satoko loud right now. every little touch, every little lick... when melissa finds a spot that feels especially good, it's most obvious by the raised pitch of her voice and the way her breath catches for a moment. her hands fidget at her chest, unsure what - if anything - she should be doing here.

that said? she's fairly content to let melissa continue taking the lead, from the looks of things. ]

[specialservices]

[What Satoko could be doing - well, Melissa has a few things in mind, but it would be cruel to ask her to do anything before she's gotten to come at least once. Take the edge off a little, then she can see about repaying the favor.

Right now, though - she focuses her tongue over those loudest places, before lightly sucking at her clit to see what kind of noise that gets.]

[loopsbian]

[ one leg kicks out in surprise - thankfully, nowhere near melissa. satoko whines, high and loud, and reaches forward to insistently grab at melissa's hair. ]

Mel, Mel, Mel...

[ she practically babbles the pet name, shaking and pulling the other woman closer. does it go against the rules of whatever mel had said...? she doesn't care right now. she just wants this feeling, and more of it - now. ]